I had a strange dream last night:

The humidity is rude. Rotting wood and stagnant water permeate the air around me. I notice it only slightly, so focused on this photo album I am flipping through. On each page is a portrait of something or someone with a caption stating “SAVED”, “NOT SAVED”, “YET TO BE” at the bottom of the portrait. I turn the page slowly and a warm gust blows in my face…..I stare at the picture and everything around me becomes quiet. The portrait of a young elephant is staring back at me, it’s face decorated in tribal paint. I nostalgically run my hand over it, able to feel the rough texture of it’s skin. The album floats away from my hands and hovers over the swamp. The elephant climbs out of the picture, using it’s limbs like a human would, and trots over to me, rolling onto its back. I hop down next to it and rub the elephant’s belly and it makes…….elephant noises (whatever those are called) and flails it’s trunk through the air, tickled by my rubbing of it’s stomach. It quickly rolls onto it’s legs and licks my face, which I find utterly disgusting, and it hastily stomps off into the haze ahead.

The lights flip on and I am in the bathroom of the house of 13 Lawrence Lane (where I grew up). My brother is in the kitchen, cooking breakfast but is is one o clock in the morning; I am getting ready for school, irrespective of the time. A crash erupts by the wall next to the bathroom door and the elephant charges in, laughing at the mess it made. I slam the bathroom door shut, intent on getting ready for school instead of playing with the animal but the door is crooked and there is a space of 4 inches between the bottom of the door and the frame, which the elephant slips his trunk through to rip the door from it’s hinges. We go back and forth, opening and closing the door for a good half hour and all the while, the bathroom faucet turns on and off in sync with the movement of the door. Eventually I become irritated and kick the door from it’s hinges and it lands in the kitchen. Before my very eyes, the elephant grows into an adult, rears it’s head and whistles, transporting me outside into a heavily wooded area with a large, green, sun soaked hill off in the distance.

Another animal sound grabs my attention, a guttural and chewing kind of noise. Behind me stands a baby rhinoceros, slowly moving it’s head up and down. I smile at it and run away. It makes a squeak noise and runs after me. We play a game of cat and mouse for a long time and I trick it by running around a large tree, keeping it between us. The rhinoceros becomes mildly irritated at the tactic, stops, rubs it’s little horn against the base of the tree, causing the roots to lift the tree up, allowing it to pass under. It charges at me and knocks me over, trampling over me. As it runs me over, I yell out to my brother that I am going to die. That just isn’t true, because I stand up unharmed when I am free from the peer pressure of it’s legs. The lighting in the sky changes abruptly and a loud sizzling sound precedes the sun as it slams into the ground. Everything stops moving, holding still as if a “pause” button was pressed. I wake up.


I had a strange dream last night:

I cannot tell if the sun is rising or setting early. Either way, I’ve never seen such a blend of contrasting pastels around the sun. To my left is a fenced in area with bleachers packed to bursting with spectators. I walk onto what I assumed was the stage, but it was unlike one I had ever seen. It was like an elongated hill–a curved rectangle that sloped downward on the front and back. Two great square, red walls anchored each side. I walked to the center and looked behind me at the sun. Light blues swirled with pastel orange, pink, and golden yellow but never mixed. The sun was beating like a heart, becoming brighter each time it expanded, and dimmer each time it contracted.

Every time I walked the length of the stage, everyone cheered; there must have been tens of thousands of people in the bleachers. I felt like I was auditioning for something but I had already gotten it, due to the condition of the sky. After the sixth time, water oozed onto the stage area. It covered the ground slowly at first but with every surge it rose a little higher, getting my shoes wet and causing me to curse at it. The sound of rushing water filled my ears and the water rose to my waist, but was not touching me, only the splashes of the crashing waves splashed small amounts onto my clothing. I quickly walked to the right end of the stage and as I reached the ground below, I looked behind me and saw Coldplay coming out from behind the red wall and out on the stage, to the cheers of everybody. I ran toward the first fence and hopped it, worried that everyone would see me, and then did the same for the second fence until I reached the parking lot. I opened my car door and hit the car next to me. The black window rolled down and the man in the drivers seat told me not to worry about it. I woke up.